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Ghost POV

Prince looks at me, his expression thoughtful. “Do you have any idea who might be doing this?” he asks, gesturing vaguely around the room.

Guilt churns in my gut, twisting like a knife. My head shakes automatically, and I look away, unable to meet his gaze. He’s going to hate me when he finds out the truth—that I started this whole mess, even if I tried to stop it. For now, though, I bury the guilt and focus on the moment.

We stay there, in each other’s arms, talking about everything and nothing. Slowly, I start to see a different side of Prince. The real Prince. He relaxes, his walls coming down, and for once, he laughs freely, joking around with me as if the darkness that’s always clung to him doesn’t exist.

I soak it all in, every second, every smile, every laugh. Deep down, I know this won’t last. Once we’re released, he’ll go back to pretending, hiding behind the mask he’s worn for so long. He’ll run back to the safety of denial, and I’ll let him. I meant what I said—I
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